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He Cometh!

The Ghost of the mind doth murder sleep!
Sleep that cradles you deep within it’s shell!

Sleep that brings an unfettered fear that can
creep into one’s mind!

Fear to sleep … for if you do …
He will cometh in the night to savor and devour you~

The Specter from the dark side nibbles at
your mind spouting his frightful groans

An apparition of the undead haunting in
Gothic horror

A manifestation that feeds upon the psyche
of your mind and must be banished as a cursed
demonic force, before he devours you as his prize!

Your future lies within the falling of life’s cards

Look deep within your crystal ball and then deal
Tarot cards of fear to someone else ~ vanish this
apparition as mystic vapor

The Queen of Spades, the Jack of Knaves …
and the deadly foe ~ the treacherous Ace of Spades

Feel the bump of the séance table as the ghosts
of beyond, which are seen by the corner of your eye
are trying to contact you

Hear it speak! … it is I … it is I … Beware …
I am coming … I am coming

Beware … Beware … they come … they crawl
Among the living pits to pull you under the ground
into the depths of hell … into their ghostly eternal
Spirit world of the dammed

Hear them singing … bump in the night
It is their theme song

Hear the eerie sound of chains being dragged around
at night … and the anguished screams of the dammed
… some without heads

Sounds penetrating the maddening blackness of
despicable unknown nocturnal habitats!

A skeleton hand stretches forth pawing it’s way
from beneath the ground of the cemetery of the living
dead

Ripping earth’s surface apart with it’s bony
out-stretched hands soon to be followed by a ghostly
decaying figure
appearing in tattered gray rags in disarray!

He is after you my dear!

He cometh beware … heed him … he groans …
He wants to pull you under when he returns to his
land of tormenting tomorrows!

Oh the taste of vengeance is so sweet to the innocent
But oh so awesome to the knowledgeable …

Beware heed my words

He cometh into the gloom of the night with his eyes
glowing … radiating an eerie ghostly green!

Sleep well my sweet!
The Ghost writer of the fearsome night

JimEee

You've been with me through it all
When it turned dark you stayed
When I gave birth to death
You cradled my hurt away

When I pierced my skin
You raged through my veins
And when I finally slept
You haunted my restless dreams

When men refused to listen
To my pointless no's
You gave me pleasure to the pain
Behind their frightful blows

On the streets, You protected me
You gave me inner strength
Back at home you saved me
From that horrid beast

And when I was so little
You were like a loving dad
Too bad your just a fantasy
Dirty thoughts inside my head

My lips tasting
salt on my tongue,
From bloodshot eyes
the rivers run,
Streams and creeks
cascade my cheeks,
Oceans of weakness
continually leak,
The sadness is vast
And very deep,
With the weight of the world
I bitterly weep,
And partake of the sweetest drink...

The night clouds move,
I see the stars,
So very far apart from ours,
Are we alone?,
Is there more?,
What comes after?,
What came before?,
Questions burning in the brain,
I feel as if I am insane,
I feel a constant inner pain,
I feel humanity's to blame,
I feel so much for mother earth,
I feel her sorrow, sadness, hurt,
I see the loss of many things,
Species now but distant dreams,
Toxicity in rivers and streams,
Rainbows rising from the steam,
As light beams down on a broken world,
On broken boys and broken girls,
With broken lives and broken hearts,
When does it end?,
When did it start?,
Everything we tear apart,
From ocean bottom to mountain top,
The destruction seems so hard to stop,
We attack our plants,
Our rocks...,
Building cities on natures face,
Ego grows,
We forget our place,
What must we see?,
When will we learn?,
Men watch entire countries burn...

is there a place for me in this world of infamy,
is there something inside of me that keeps me hidden to thee,
am i a lost boy in a sea of men,
or is it just that i keep in touch with my childhood friend,
if this is wrong will you tell me,
am i alone to thee,
or maybe i cannot see,
am i someone in this world or am i not,
will i find a place for this person that is so lost,
i feel for you,
does that make me weird,
i don't even know you,
isn't that strange,
that i feel so much for something i cannot change,
does my heart beat for the unknown,
will i seek out to find a place for me to unwind,
when will someone help me know,
that i am blind...

Depression weighs heavy upon the posture of hope
Scarring demeanour carving arthritic oak
Agonised limbs decorate skies without bird
Emptiness the whisper that sings without word


Unfertile the thoughts sewn Neath a barren minds clay
Home grown the emptiness to harvest each day
No seasons differentiate the spring, summer, fall
Only winters bleak flourish within self-pity's wall


Depression weighs heavy upon the posture of hope
Outstretched the plead, arthritic the choke

Charles Manson "When I stand on the mountain and say do it, it gets done!"
Jeffrey Dahmer "I didn't ever want freedom. Frankly, I wanted death for myself."
Ted Bundy "Ultimately those crimes of images, impulses, and behaviors
that ultimately led to the violent behavior."
John Wayne Gacy "Do you realize by 1993 half of families are single parented, and that shows a breakdown in the church and not holding families together."
Wayne Williams "A drop shot is a man that isn't worth much of anything, just drop him and shoot him and get him out of the way."
Albert Desalvo "Before you know it I put my arms around her and that was it."
Aileen Wuornos "The cops knew who I was after I let Richard Mallory die. I left prints everywhere."

I close my eyes
I think of my friend
I think of how he was seen
I also think of what might have been

I only knew him for a short time
I knew he was guilty of a crime
He walked away from all he loved that day
To keep them safe he stayed away

He was the man with a plan
He was a misunderstood man

I think of all the good things he did
I think of the wise words he said
I think of how all this was hidden away

I often wonder if people knew every thing
I believe this was the reason he ran away

I think of what he did for me
I think of the friend he was
I am here because he planned
I am the legacy of this misunderstood man

The other day indeed,
With my shoe, on the wall,
I killed a centipede
Which was not there at all.
How can that be?
It's very simple, you see -
Just the beginning of D. T.

When the pink alligator
And the tiger without a head
Begin to take stature
And demanded to be fed,
As I have no shoes
Fit to kill those,
I think I'll start thinking:
Should I stop drinking?

But it really doesn't matter...
Am I thinner or fatter
Because this is this?
Would I be wiser or better
If life were other than this is?

No, nothing is right.
Your love might
Make me better than I
Can be or can try.
But we never know
Darling, I don't know
If the sugar of your heart
Would not turn out candy...
So I let my heart smart
And I drink brandy.

Then the centipede come
Without trouble.
I can see them well.
Or even double.
I'll see them home
With my shoe,
And, when they all go to hell,
I'll go too.

Then, on a whole,
I shall be happy indeed,
Because, with a shoe
Real and true,
I shall kill the true centipede
My lost soul!...

I'm here bordering almost oneiric
in a state of somnolence in an invisible fire
wearing the personification of a hellish realm
obsessive and compulsive in the unknown...

I turn the hourglass counting grains of sand
to validate my existence pondering am I a victim
alone and depressed tonight...

Are you as lonely as I am, perhaps?
do you wear the narcissistic smile
in the shape of the crescent moon?

Que tal, La Luna
I whisper to the night in disintegration
"Your sleepy lullaby has failed me tonight"
just as the opiates that fall from your eyes
in steams of gleaming silver dreams...

Euphoria fades with shallow thoughts
in glass silhouettes of burning embers
making a pile of ashes so unique
no insane arsonist could have imagined...

Comes the dawn to end this paralysis
leaving me wondering am I just a marionette
that even opiates or Xanax cannot cure...

On the corner of my night table
empty bottles mock me...